Fang Cheng's confusion deepened.
The young woman withdrew her gaze from Fang Cheng, pursed her lips, and said with a hint of disappointment, "So you're a Demon Cultivator."
As she spoke, she casually slipped off her cyan robe, revealing the tight-fitting black leather armor underneath.
Her figure was graceful and slender, with long, well-proportioned legs. A casual glance from the side revealed an almost impossibly thin waist, which further accentuated her pert, full breasts and firm, rounded buttocks.
"Whether I am a Demon Cultivator or not is unimportant. What's important is that I can kill for you," Fang Cheng said coolly.
The young woman's skin was snow-white, her features delicate and pretty. She was truly a rare beauty in the making, radiating a vibrant, youthful aura.
She gave a slight nod. "True. Although I detest Demon Cultivators, not all of them are evil."
